A Night to Remember

By Palemale

A man wants to walk on the wild side for just one night.

I was going through a period of curiosity. I had an intense desire for a gay adult experience; I wanted to explore a man’s body. I wanted to be used and abused by a man for his pleasure. There is something extremely sexy about how a man thinks nothing of positioning the person he is fucking where he wants them to increase his personal pleasure. I wanted to be used that way. I wanted to feel a cock ejaculate in my mouth, to know I had given that man special pleasure. Still I wanted to be discrete and was hesitant to jump right in. Especially because it had to happen on the ‘down low’ so my girl friend would not find out. Finally there were concerns about staying safe, not hooking up with some crazy person.

I scanned Craig’s List for weeks trying to find just the right person, then it struck me it that I might feel more at ease with a couple. So I looked for a husband and wife that were interesting and did not live too close or too far away. I offered oral services only because I wanted to avoid anal sex. I was constrained from using my dick by a lock through my PA piercing and previous attempts at pegging of me by my girlfriend had been too painful to continue. There were multiple choices to chose from and after many emails and finally a Skype call things were set.

Two weeks later, after on a warm summer evening I found myself driving up to a house in a very nice suburb. Large lots and homes surrounded by trees and bushes, it was like driving into a forest. Even the temperature cooled after a very hot day. As the driveway curved I saw an older, stone house, surrounded by gardens.

Chimes rang when I pushed the door bell. A few moments later, Pauline the woman from the email pictures opened the door. She was very attractive and smiled easily. Conservatively dressed in a long skirt and with her hair in a bun she looked the very model of a suburban housewife.

“Greetings, Mr. Ryan, please come in. My husband, Paul is in the other room. He’ll join us in a minute,” said my hostess for the evening.

“Thank you, your house is beautiful; you live in a wonderful area,” was my reply.

“Yes, we like it here, it’s very private, a very safe community, there is really no crime to worry about,” volunteered Pauline.

We went into a large living room with an outside deck overlooking what could best be described as a private park surrounding a small pond. She offered me a drink, I declined, alcohol not being my drug of choice. She said she needed one and fixed a double to drink for both of us. Shortly after that her husband entered the room. He was tall, casually dressed, and his hand shake was firm. From his partially exposed chest, he appeared to work out. Pauline excused herself and went into the kitchen.

A few minutes later she returned singing ‘Happy Birthday’ and carrying a cake with burning candles. So, it was Paul’s birthday and it looked like it was going to be a fun evening.

Pauline made the perfect hostess. I started to feel very much at ease. It was like being with friends I’d know for years. We talked about everything, often laughing at Pauline’s really bad puns and jokes. We enjoyed the cake and got to know each other before the evening began to turn.

“Well Mr. Ryan, did you have any problem finding us? I mean our house, I didn’t mean on the internet,”

Pauline asked a bit nervously.

“No, I have GPS in my car, so once the location is punched in; it just tells me what to do,” I answered. “I’m very good at following directions,” I added, hoping that it was a bit suggestive and might cut the tension in the room.

Pauline laughed and said, “I’m glad you are good at following directions because I would like you to come over here and suck the birthday boy’s cock. Do you think you could do that for us?”

As I knelt down in front of Paul, my thoughts turned to many years ago when I knelt just like this, except then it was a priest I was going to suck instead of a stranger. Pauline unzipped her husband and pulled out his ridged cock motioning me forward so she could place it in my mouth.

“Happy birthday darling,” said Pauline. And then she kissed her husband as I started to lick the head of his penis.

I had fantasized about this many times, but this was the first time since I was a child that I had touched another man’s cock. My tongue probed farther, this time licking around the base of his glans just to see his reaction. He moaned just a bit and then shifted his hips forward, pushing his erect member farther into my mouth. Gripping the base of his hard cock, I began to suck and slide up and down on his shaft. It was amazing. Still soft on the outside and amazingly flexible, the erect human penis is a wonderful thing. Every man should know what it is like to suck a cock, even if they are not gay. I wish I had asked to blow one or two of my friends just for fun.

As I continued to pump up and down his shaft, Paul’s breathing increased as and he thrust deeper down my throat. It was then that I felt Pauline’s hand on my shoulder.

“Please slow down for a moment, I don’t want his birthday party to be over just yet,” said Pauline. “For years, I’ve had to listen to him in bed ask me if just once he could get a blow job from a man.”

I turned toward her without letting the birthday boy’s dick fall from my mouth. She had a video camera in her hand and was carefully filming everything being done to her husband.

“Would you get naked? It’s Ok if you don’t want to, but I would really enjoy seeing Paul get sucked off by a naked man,” asked Pauline.

I let Paul’s cock fall from my mouth and stood up to strip. I wanted to be naked, I love being naked, I was so happy she asked. Pauline filmed me as I took off my cloths, moving in very close when my erect cock was finally exposed.

“What is that? It looks like a lock on your cock,” she said as she laughed at her rhyme. “Paul, Paul honey, look at his dick.”

I stood there, completely naked, while a clothed husband and wife examined the lock on the end of my penis. It was part of a Mistress Lori chastity device. My girl friend had passed a stainless steel padlock through my PA piercing. It stopped any attempt at intercourse, yet still let me get myself off if need be. My sister gave her the idea as a way to control possible cheating.

My hostess thought the lock was wonderful. “How delightful, he can only suck, he can’t fuck,” was her assessment, and she laughed again at her rhyming.

Soon I returned to kneeling between the legs of the birthday boy. I wanted him to enjoy the evening; I wanted him to use my mouth for his own pleasure. His hands gripped my head pressing it tightly to his groin. His hips thrust forward and back with increased intensity. I felt his changes as he moved closer to orgasm. His full, hard cock was throbbing when he pushed my hand away from the base of his dick so he could thrust farther down my throat, spurting his load of fluid. His sperm, his semen splashed into my mouth. He held my head so tightly I could barely breathe. His body shook, each spasm of his orgasm shooting more of his salty ejaculate. Finally he released my head and slumped back closing his eyes and enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm.

I glanced over at Pauline; she was looking straight at me with one hand holding the camera and the other under her long skirt. I said nothing and just watched as her hand moved faster and faster before she reached her orgasm. Our eyes were locked together as her body jerked repeatedly. She smiled and mouthed the words, “thank you”.

A few moments passed before Pauline took her hand out from under her skirt and rearranged it as if nothing had happened. Paul had not noticed his wife’s activities and was putting his own cock away and zipping up. I remained naked, kneeling on the floor.

“Well how was it birthday boy? Did you enjoy your blowjob?” asked Pauline. “Did our guest do you the way you wanted?”

Paul, despite his vigorous involvement moments earlier, was quiet and simply nodded approval as he got up to leave.

Thinking that the evening was over, I started to reached for my cloths.

“Don’t get dressed just yet, he may want to have you again,” said Pauline.

Midway up the stairs to the second floor, Paul paused and said, “Let him get dressed, I’m through with him.”

“Well, maybe I’m not through with him yet,” said Pauline, too quietly for her husband to hear, but loud enough for me to get excited.

Moments passed then Pauline spoke, “Would you come over here?”

Without getting up, I crawled on my knees across the carpet until I was at her feet. “Yes miss and what could I do for you?” I asked.

She lifted her long skirt and put it over my head. “Come underneath and suck me too,” she whispered.

I slipped under her skirt and she let it fall covering most of me. I leaned forward and put my nose between her legs. She wore no panties and her scent was enticing, her pussy wet and inviting. I first explored her waiting vulva with kisses and gentle nips before beginning to lick her juices and clean the results of her own manipulations.

Paul came back into the living room and asked “Where is he?”

I could hear Pauline start to laugh, and then heard Paul leave the room.

I started to suck her labial lips. Taking a deep breath, I inhaled with my mouth tightly sucking her pussy lips. Her lips started to vibrate as my mouth loosened just enough to allow a small amount of air to enter. Again and again I sucked her to make her pussy hum. Her labia would flutter and her clit would engorge from the waves of pleasure. She came over and over until she was exhausted, then she pushed me away. I lay on the floor at her feet to rest.

After many minutes Pauline started to talk to me as she looked down. “This is really fun tonight, you were a good choice,” said Pauline, “I expected Paul to say more about having a man go down on him or at on least me. I loved watching you suck him off. Did you swallow? I didn’t notice.”

I didn’t answer right away. I just lay there, still recovering from the evenings activities.

“I asked a question,” said Pauline as she reached out and pulled on my nipple ring causing me to jerk away. “Did that hurt?” she asked.

“Not really, I enjoy a little bit of pain once in a while,” I answered.

She pulled and twisted the ring again. “How’s that, better?” she asked with a smile.

“Very nice, thank you,” I said as I winced from the pain.

Her other hand reached down and played with the lock on my dick.

“I just love the idea of locking up your cock. It is such a simple way to keep you,” Pauline said. “You can’t take it off and you can’t have intercourse with it on. Oh you are the perfect boy toy. Tell me do you like to get spanked? You know getting tied up and have your bottom slapped?”

“I don’t mind it; I did go to a professional dominatrix once or twice and found it very exciting,” I added.

“Then come with me,” she said. “Leave your cloths here, you won’t need them.”

As we got up to leave, Paul returned to the room. “Where are you two going?” he asked.

“I’m taking him downstairs to give him your birthday spanking,” was her answer.

“That’s not a good idea,” Paul argued in a raised voice.

“Sure it is, just look, he’s got a lock on the end of his cock, he can’t fuck me,” Pauline shot back.

“I don’t mind being spanked a little if she wants to,” I interjected.

“No, this is not a good idea,” said Paul shaking his head. “I just want to keep things simple.”

At this point, Pauline motioned for her husband to follow her into the kitchen. They disappeared and I could hear them argue back and forth for several minutes. Finally they returned. Pauline kissed me on the cheek while she squeezed my erect cock. She told me to go with her husband. He would fix me up while she changed her cloths.

Paul led me to the basement. Once there, he had me help move a very heavy wooden horse to the center of the room. It had a padded top and four strong wooden legs with I-bolts to make it easy to attach a victim.

“It’s really nice of you to let my wife spank you after all you’ve done already,” said Paul a bit too cheerfully for a man who just lost an argument with his wife.

“I don’t mind at all. I find it kind of exciting being so submissive. If your wife wants to finish her special night by spanking a man, I think I can play along a little longer,” I stated.

“That is so great. Here, help create the scene, put these restraint cuffs on, the bigger ones are for your ankles,” said Paul.

As I buckled the four cuffs on, Tom was busy talking non stop about how they don’t come down here much anymore. For some reason he was making me nervous.

“Well let’s get you on the horse, so you are ready when Pauline comes down,” suggested Paul.

I moved to bend over the spanking horse when Paul stopped me.

“No, not that way, you have to get on it like a horse. Here straddle it and then lay forward on the long padded top. Put your chin just over the edge. Now isn’t that more comfortable,” directed Paul.

It was more comfortable than bending over. I began to relax as Tom spoke about how he made this spanking horse from plans Barbara found on-line. As he went into great detail about how long it took to make, he also locked each of my wrists to the bottom of the front legs of the bench. He continued talking as he pulled each ankle upwards until he could lock it high on the rear legs of the horse.

I found myself positioned on the wooden horse much like a jockey in the Kentucky Derby, except that my wrists were firmly padlocked and cuffed to the front hoofs of a wooden horse. Lifting my butt upwards, I tried to ‘post’, it was kind of fun until Tom used a leather belt to chinch my waist tightly to the padded top of the horse. As I started to complain about how tight the waist strap was, Tom was ready. When he pinched my nose, I opened my mouth to breath. He quickly forced a large gag partially down my throat. I started to choke and cough, pulling at the restraints

Tom pulled the gag out and said, “Relax, the gag is thick and long but it has a tunnel through the middle that will let you breathe easily.”

Before I could stop him, he again forced the gag down my throat. This time when I started to cough, Tom held the gag in place and said to relax and just concentrate on breathing. After several frightening minutes, breathing got easier and I tried to relax.

Paul was stroking my bottom as he waited for me to adjust to the gag. I didn’t understand what was going on, I was scared and my body was trembling. For the first time I felt like I was in trouble.

“I’m really sorry about that. It’s something Pauline found on-line. The gag not only fills your mouth but because it goes partway down the throat it will keep you from talking and more importantly screaming if it comes to that, and it probably will”, said Paul.

Positioned as I was, my ass just barely extended beyond the end of the horse. Tom’s hands continued to slide between my cheeks. I felt him probing my opening. First one finger then two slid in to my ass, and then he went back to running his hand up and down my cheeks.

“It is a shame to waste these, she is going to mark them so badly, it will hurt to breathe on them,” said Paul.

Suddenly, I felt a glob of cold lubricant being forced into my rear opening by Tom’s thumb, then the sound of his zipper.

“Pauline won’t be down for a while. She is upstairs getting into her dominatrix outfit. So, I’m going to fuck you,” announced Paul.

With those words I felt the head of his cock press up against my rear opening.

He clasped my hips and with one stroke, slammed his cock deep inside me. It hurt like hell. I tried to scream but the best I could do was grunt.

“Sorry about that, it must hurt”, said Paul. “I wanted to fuck you like that earlier, but I hoped you would come back to play another time. Now it doesn’t matter. After my wife gets through with you there is no way you would ever come back. She is going to really mess you up. I tried to tell you getting spanked was a bad idea.”

Then he started fucking me again, this time long and deep, I could feel his stiff cock sliding through my puckered opening and up into my belly. After a few minutes it no longer hurt. It was wonderful. I never knew taking it up the ass could feel so good. From time to time he popped his cock completely out of my ass and then plunge it in the gaping hole again. Changing to a slower rhythm, he bent forward as he continued to fuck my ass. I could feel his chin on my neck as his hips thrust slowly in and out.

In low tones Paul began to talk, “My wife is a very good person. You just have to understand; sometimes she gets carried away. Take the spanking horse you’re strapped to. Several years ago Pauline saw plans for it and insisted I make it for her. After I finished it we tried it out. Luckily I didn’t let her lock me down. She pulled out more whips and canes than they stock at eXtremeRestraints. She planned on trying each one of them on my ass. It was like she was in a trance. She stopped listening to me. I tried to take the beating but finally gave up and got off the horse.

That’s when she got angry and started hitting my balls with her crop. She was really mean about it; I had to lock myself in the bathroom until she settled down. The marks on my ass lasted for weeks and my balls hurt so much I was afraid there was permanent damage. She threatened to castrate me and stayed angry for over a month.”

“So you see,” Paul continued breathing more heavily, “You’ve got to understand, I can’t take this opportunity away from her. She would never forgive me. She told me that if I let you go, she would beat me instead. So you see, one of us is going to get a whipping. Lucky for me, you are the one strapped to the horse.”

He kept fucking me, slowly moving his cock in and out, creating an incredible feeling and for me a desire to orgasm that stayed just out of reach. I could tell from his breathing that he was getting closer. His pace quickened. His cock was again stabbing in and out. His head was so near my face that I felt his hot breath. He kept biting into my shoulder and started to whisper again.

“You are such a great fuck. Finally I find a tight, willing ass and she is going to mess it up. She might castrate you too. She has a fantasy about making a man into a eunuch, she may cut your balls off, no testicles, neutered, and I just want to... fuck …you. Please… be…..my.....castrated…….bitch!”

With those words he shot his load in my ass. I could feel his cock spasm and fire off its load of hot juice up my butt. I felt like I could have cum if he had just fucked me a few minutes longer. Maybe I was excited about being castrated, at least the fantasy of it.

Paul stayed inside me and continued resting on my back. His hand reached back and took my exposed balls in his hand. He fondled them for just a few while before he stood up and pulled his cock out of my ass.

“I’m going to loosen the middle strap for a minute. I need to tuck your cock and balls as far under you as possible. If they are out of sight when Pauline comes down you might get to keep them,” Paul explained.

H loosened the strap and then slapped my ass.

“Lift yourself up,” he ordered.

I complied. I could feel his hand pulling my cock and balls as far up under my body as possible. Clearly he wanted to pull them farther than was possible. He paused to manipulate my hard cock, pulling on it as if to milk it.

“You are so wet; I’ve never seen so much precum leak out. You must have enjoyed that last butt fuck,” commented Paul.

Another slap on my ass and Paul ordered me to lower my body as his hand held my genitals in place.

As he tightened the waist strap again, he said, “You will not be able to move while she beats you. It will hurt more, but hopefully she will be satisfied and not go after your testicles.”

“My wife is going to beat your ass harder than you can imagine, you will heal, but if she starts on your balls she will do some permanent damage. I’ve got to let her work you over for an hour before I can do anything to help you. I’ll try to get her to stop before she starts on your balls but I can’t promise anything. This might be the day you get castrated. I’m really sorry about this.” Then he went back upstairs.

I was scared shitless. These nice, safe, people had turned into my biggest fear. I should never have allowed myself to be put in bondage. Unable to escape or cry out, I waited for what was to come.

Every sound, every hint of a voice, put me farther on edge. More than once I thought I heard the basement door opening, but I was wrong. It was over thirty minutes before I heard the click of boots on the stairs.

Pauline came in dressed for the occasion. Black boots over her knees, bare thighs, a micro g-string, a corset that pushed her waist in and her ivory colored breasts up, exposing her nipples, each pierced with a gold ring. It was as though the conservative house wife had left and a professional Dom had replaced her. Her lips were black and her eyes were beautiful. When she came over to me, she let her hair wash over my face. Her scent was amazing. I could feel the throb of my cock as it engorged. All I could think was that if I had to be castrated, I couldn’t ask for a more exciting looking castratrix.

She grabbed my hair and pulled my head up.

“I suppose my husband told you stories to try to frighten you. Don’t believe him; he just loves to tell stories. Did he tell you he made this horse for me? Well that is true. The first time I tried it out he wouldn’t let me tie him down. Then he got mad and wouldn’t play. So actually you are the first man to test it,” said Pauline.”

She cupped my face with her hands, and then kissed me on the forehead. “He really trussed you up nicely. I’m surprised you let him. Have you tried to escape yet, to get out? Well, you are locked to that horse so I hope you are ready.”

I felt her hands on my bottom and expected her to begin spanking me. Instead she abruptly shoved her fingers up my ass. I could feel them probing inside. Pulling them out, she wiped them on my back.

“This smells like my husband’s come. He tied you down so you couldn’t escape and then he raped your ass. I’ve got to tell you, I was surprised to hear my husband ask to have a man give him a blow job while I watched. I first thought he was joking. Now I see him leaving a load of cum up a man’s butt because he didn’t want to wear a condom. What’s next, would he go down on you if your dick wasn’t padlocked?”

Pauline continued, “I bet you are just full of cum after all that cock sucking, pussy licking, and getting butt fucked. But let’s spank you first.”

Using her hand, Barbara began slapping my bottom until it began to hurt just a bit. I couldn’t move as she spanked me, still I was feeling better and better. Tom’s treatment of me and then the fearful stories about castration had me in total fear of what was going to happen. So now having this very attractive woman spanking me with her hand was reassuring. She paused for a minute.

Then she hit me hard, cutting into my ass. I tried to scream.

“So, how did you like that one?” she asked. “Try to tell me that wasn’t great. Wow, you’re bleeding; it cut right through the skin. I’ve never seen anything like that. It’s the kind of thing you would see on a porn pay site.”

She waved a red single tailed whip in front of my face.

“Here, look, this is the toy that cut you so nicely, and on the first stroke. This is going to be fun. I hope you didn’t think this was going to be just a little spanking,” offered Pauline.

Then she hit me again. First an instant of nothing, then burning pain turned in to fire. Her whip cut into my ass like a sharpened knife.

“Opps, cut you again, now both cheeks are bleeding. Maybe I should have started with something less messy. I bought this whip years ago, but this is the first time I’ve used it on someone. I didn’t know it could cut so easily,” she laughed.

She walked over to a cabinet hanging on the wall. She opened it to display her extensive collection of whips, floggers and crops. “Oh what to try next, I really want to try them all,” she said.

Picking up a straight piece of cane she came back to the horse and without warning delivered half of a dozen hard strokes, each one raising a thick welt on my bottom. I tried to scream and she simply told me the best was yet to come.

She tried out many of her other instruments, using each one to deliver five or six strokes to one butt cheek or the other. While I tried to scream, she judged the effectiveness of her whips by how well they marked my body. I was in pain, my ass was on fire. She continued until welts covered any area not already bleeding. Then she stopped.

The pain had taken any other thoughts out of my mind. It was only when I felt her hand trying to squeeze under my body that I realized she was after my cock and balls.

“Where are the little fellows?” she asked out loud.

Then she loosened the strap that held my body tightly to the top of the punishment horse. She had me raise myself up so she could pull my erect cock and full ball sack backward, between my legs. She tightened the strap again, but this time my most precious body parts were fully exposed between my spread legs.

Pauline seemed entranced. She started by fondling my ball sack like it was a little kitten. Stroking my scrotum she started to play with my balls, moving them around and stretching the skin to separate them.

“You have such beautiful balls, so full. You kept them full of sperm. They are so ripe. They are so wonderful; I wish I had a pair like them. I really need to see more,” she said.

From a locked cabinet she retrieved a plastic box from which she took a bottle of alcohol and a scalpel.

My heart fell. She was actually going to cut me open.

Pauline was completely engaged in her work. She kept talking as she prepared to cut my ball sack open. First I could feel the splash of cold liquid, and then I felt the blade of her scalpel making its first incision on the backside of my scrotum. The sharp blade made the pain bearable, but she kept slicing to enlarge the opening and expose my testicles. I tried to move and to scream. The pain was white hot and the restraints were doing their job of holding me to the horse.

It was then that I heard Paul coming down the basement stairs. He wanted to know if she was done whipping me yet. Pauline shouted back that she was almost finished.

“You aren’t doing anything you shouldn’t, are you darling?” asked Paul.

“I told you, I’m almost done; just go away for a few more minutes,” his wife replied.

Then Paul came in. His wife had just finished cutting the membrane free and pulled my first testicle from its sack preparing to cut it free.

“Pauline, Pauline stop now!” shouted Paul as he moved forward and tried to take the scalpel from her hand.

They grappled and shouted at each other for several minutes. All the time the sharp knife held high in the air. Finally they paused. Pauline still had the scalpel in her hand.

“Paul, you have just got to let me nut him unless you want to loose your balls some night while you’re asleep,” shouted Pauline.

“You promised me this wouldn’t happen. You said you could control yourself. We need to stop this right now. You can’t expect to castrate this man and not end up in prison,’ argued Paul.

“But you don’t understand, I need to cut off a man’s balls. I need it, let me finish him. I’m so close” she pleaded.

Pauline reached down and picked up the exposed testicle stretching its cord. It was perfect, it was still attached, its uncut life support system still intact.

“Please,” begged Pauline.

“You just can’t,” shouted Paul.

“What if he says It’s OK? If he gives his permission, can I nut him then?” Pauline wanted to know.

“It would still be wrong, and no man would ask to be nutted. You’ve got him tied down for Christ’s sake. You have already beaten him bloody; some of the cuts on his bottom will probably need stitches. This whole thing has already gone too far. He is going to go straight to the police, then sue us for anything we have left,” said Paul.

Pauline started to remove the mouth gag from her victim.

“Well, how do you feel?” She asked.

“Can you talk?” Paul asked me.

“I can talk, my body hurts, just let me go,” was all I could say before Pauline forced the gag back in to my mouth.

Turning to her husband she said, “I really need to cut this ball off right now.”

“Pauline, stop it. Take his gag out now,” said Paul.

She slid the gag out again, then immediately went back to holding the exposed testicle in the palm of her hand.

“See how beautiful it is and all I need to do is make one little slice with this scalpel and this ball is mine forever. He can never have it back. It is just so wonderful,” said Pauline.

I tried to talk again. “Please just let me go. I won’t tell anybody. Just let me go.”

“I want his testicles!” insisted Pauline.

“Would you settle for just one?” Paul quizzed her, almost bargaining.

“As long as I can cut this one free right now,” was Pauline’s demand.

Paul turned back to me and asked, “What about you? Can you live with one testicle if I let her cut it off?”

I didn’t know what to say. I hurt, I wasn’t thinking clearly. I just blurted out, “Cut it off, do it now.”

“Thank you,” said Pauline, and with that she cut my ball free.

I screamed out loud for the first time since I was strapped to the horse.